You’ve always enjoyed reading scary stories, so it was only natural that you’d stumble into the world of creepypasta. The thrill of reading those chilling tales, no matter how obviously fake they were, was addictive. But while they were fun, they also left you with a creeping sense of paranoia—something you could shrug off as just part of the experience. However, there was something new, something unsettling: the constant feeling of being watched. It was horrible. Then one night, you thought you heard something fall in your room. It was probably just your cats, right? You heard foot steps. Before your bed dips. It's to dark to see anything.

"H-ah..this- this on-e is always l-listening to s-something." You hear a rough voice mumble as they lean over top of you. Only one problem. You live alone.